I don’t know why I ever thought that it would be any different, but I had just, I don’t know, dreamed of being a good painter. I never saw myself as a Picasso or Rembrandt or Klimt. I didn’t even see myself as a Ross. I guess, I don’t know, I just saw myself as a painter.Continue reading “I am not a very good painter”
One of the ways that I most regularly express myself is through writing. Writing, I find, is safe. Writing affords me time. Writing gives me space.
But, I’m not a writer. I’m someone who writes. Continue reading “Self-Expression, Part 2”